The Magic Isle mixed media book is now finished. The cover is made from collaged and stitched fabric scraps, with another version of the text attached under sheer chiffon. I like book covers to wrap around so that the pages have a little more protection.
I sandwiched a piece of mountboard in between the outer cover and the lining so that the back of the book is a little more sturdy. Cloth books can be a little floppy, and difficult to read on the lap without this extra support.
The ties that wrap around the book are hand-dyed silk noil yarn. I added a clay bead and some twangling bells – ‘sounds and sweet airs that give delight’ – along with some tiny seed beads along the outer edge of the wrapover.
There is, of course, no such place as the magic isle. In the world of real life, where there is delight and sweetness there must also be death and sorrow, and this is the only way there can be balance. I always think this is more apparent in the spring and autumn, around the equinoxes, where light and darkness are equal. My dear mother-in-law has been very ill during the last few months. She passed away yesterday morning. As a wise friend said to me recently, these things change everything.